Sunday, August 20, 2006


Thoughts, like ants
crawling through the wilderness
that is my mind
A design so grand
but incoherent in pieces,
scattered lays the jigsaw.
Thoughts, like moss
paint the crumbling walls
trying to find a window
my hand fumbles in the darkness
a crack somewhere is all i need
to carry the whispers of resignation.
Thoughts, like fish
but out of water
gasping for a drop of elixir
as the fins slow their mad flapping
eyes wide, mouths gaping
still on the rock of realisation.
Thoughts, like drops of rain
find their way through the gaping mouth
The heart beats anew
The fins flap alive
A crack in the wall lets in some light.